Hearing Xia Zhi's words, the surrounding people all looked at him with strange gazes.
The five of them were going to attack someone else's base.
That was insane.
"Are you serious, Boss?" Han Zifeng looked at Xiatian with a puzzled expression.
"Duh, I'm a man of my word. Come on, let's go." Xiatian leaped and slid down the hill. All of them slid down after seeing that Xiatian was really going. Due to it being dark and there being nothing to see, no one around noticed what they were doing.
The place where they were going down was right where the path was. If normal people were to slide down there, they would have died without a doubt.
However, all of them were of decent fighting prowess. Furthermore, Xiatian caught Han Zifeng and Zhong Chuhong when he went down. As such, all of them landed safely. The one who landed the most peculiar way was the general.
He shattered the boulder blocking his way with one kick. Furthermore, he seemed to have not had enough, as he continued to slide down. Xiatian hurriedly reached out and grabbed him, preventing him from slipping any further.
Sounds of fighting could be heard all around when they got down.
"Granny has a brother." Xiatian pulled behind him with his right hand as he was about to move forward. A figure was pulled right there and then.
Boom!
Xiatian threw a punch at that person's face, shattering all of his teeth right there and then.
"Han Zifeng, get over here!" Xiatian turned to Han Zifeng and said.
"Huh?" Han Zifeng was slightly dumbfounded as he walked over.
"Kill him!" Xiatian looked at Han Zifeng and said.
"Kill him?" Han Zifeng Asked.
Xiatian lifted the man right there and then. The moonlight shone on him. He was from the Maoshan Sect, and he was wearing the sect's uniform. That meant that he was an official disciple of the sect. Han Zifeng was slightly stunned when he saw that he was a disciple of the sect.
"Kill him!" Xiatian looked at Han Zifeng coldly and said.
A dagger appeared in Han Zifeng's hand.
"Use the dagger in your hand and stab it directly into his heart," Xiatian said directly.
Han Zifeng gritted his teeth and plunged the dagger in his right hand right into that disciple's heart.
"Hard?" Xiatian waved his right hand and threw that disciple of the Maoshan Sect down the mountain.
"It's not difficult, but he's just someone you've restrained," Han Zifeng explained.
"Don't worry. There are 12 disciples of the Maoshan Sect 300 meters up ahead. Go kill them for me," Xiatian said to Han Zifeng.
"Just me?" Han Zifeng looked at Xiatian in confusion.
"Yes, just you." Xiatian nodded.
"But …" Han Zifeng wanted to say something.
"Are you scared?" Xiatian looked at Han Zifeng and asked.
Han Zifeng looked at Xiatian's expectant eyes and gritted his teeth. "Okay, I'll go."
"Chief!" Zhong Chuhong looked at Xiatian anxiously.
"No one is allowed to help him. Let him do it himself," Xiatian said right away.
Han Zifeng tightened his grip on the dagger in his right hand and walked forward. He said resolutely, "I won't let you down, Chief."
The Great Pilfer looked at Xiatian in confusion and asked, "Are you serious? You'll get him killed. "
"He trained with the Seven Illusions and the others for two months, and they bathed in the medicinal baths I specially made. He's no longer the Han Zifeng he used to be. He's already at the late stage of the Mystic Level. Those 12 from the Maoshan Sect were all at the early stage of the Mystic Level, and he'd be able to kill all 12 of them with just a kick. However, the fear in his heart is too great. He's always thought that he wouldn't be able to beat those from the Maoshan Sect of the same level, or even those of lower levels. He thought that the powers of the Maoshan Sect would be enough to deal with those from the Witchcraft Sect. Now, he needs to break that barrier," Xiatian said plainly.
"I get it now. The Witchcraft Sect has been able to fight the Maoshan Sect for over a thousand years. There's no difference in strength between the two sects. He's just scared because he witnessed that battle with his own eyes." The Great Pilfer nodded.
"That's right. When the disciples of the Maoshan Sect and the Witchcraft Sect of the same level fight, it's hard to say who would win." Xiatian frowned as he watched the battle unfold. Han Zifeng was in a terrible state at the moment. He did not attack at all, only defending himself.
He simply allowed those from the Maoshan Sect to attack him.
"Big Brother, if this continues, he's going to die for sure," Zhong Chuhong said anxiously.
"No, he doesn't hate enough yet," Xiatian said plainly.
Swoosh!
Zhong Chuhong charged right away into the crowd of people from the Maoshan Sect.
Pfftt!
The ghosts of the Maoshan Sect sent Zhong Chuhong flying right away. She spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Sister!" Han Zifeng shouted. He wanted to run to her right away and see how she was doing, but he was unable to fight back due to the attacks from those people. Even his path to her was blocked.
At this moment, several ghosts all rushed towards Zhong Chuhong. If these ghosts all smashed onto Zhong Chuhong, then Zhong Chuhong would definitely die.
"Sister!" The power within Han Zifeng burst right away.
Roar!
Over a dozen ghosts shot out from his body.
Boom!
All of those from the Maoshan Sect standing before him were all killed by his ghost in an instant. He then stood in front of Zhong Chuhong right away, using his own ghost to block the attacks when the ghosts came crashing down on him.
Boom!
He was unscathed.
"Die!" Han Zifeng shouted. Those ghosts penetrated the attacker's body right away.
They were all killed.
All 12 of those from the Maoshan Sect were killed in an instant.
"Are you alright, sister?" Han Zifeng picked Zhong Chuhong up.
"Of course he's fine. What he spat out was tomato juice." Xiatian and the others came from behind.
"What?" Han Zifeng lowered his head and found Zhong Chuhong looking at him with a smile on her face.
"You did it, brother," Zhong Chuhong said.
Han Zifeng looked at his hands.
"I actually did it." Han Zifeng looked at his hands with a look of utter disbelief. He had just killed 12 fighters from the Maoshan Sect, and that was a terrifying feat. Those fighters from the Maoshan Sect, whom he initially thought to be invincible, had all died at his hands.
"You've been with me for so long. If you can't even take out a few small fries, then you'd be damned," Xiatian said plainly.
"Thank you, brother. Sister, thank you," Han Zifeng said excitedly. He had finally overcome the fear that had plagued him for so long.
"Alright, stop being so sentimental. There seems to be a commotion up ahead." Xiatian looked up ahead. While it was nighttime, he was still able to see what was happening two kilometers away.
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